Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.